18-8. A SHORT WALK IN IRKUTSK

Green Car sleeps on the parking lot while we are waiting for the spare parts, promised for next week. A taxi tok us to DHL in a suburb. On the way back we jumped on a tram. Wooden seats, sturdy electric transport plowing through streets full of cars. Hjalte got a hair-cut before we strolled down to the Angara-river. The evening sun shone on the old wooden houses and then the new shop-signs lit up on Karl Marx street. Tired and hungry we found a newly opened cafeteria with heavy furniture in a kind of Mongolian style, beer and cheap fish-dishes.

Nina